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Mao Sakibou (fuckingcatboy) wrote in athinblackline,

It was a rare and wonderful thing when his brain decided to work properly, granted, Mao did write himself a note, but when you tend to forget you've written notes to yourself and end up losing said notes, it kind of defeats the purpose. This time he thought to tape it to the wall with far more tape than was necessary, so, of course, he remembered. Mao was proud of himself for that one. What was it that he needed to remember? 'GIVE VIC THE F'N GAME!!!!!' said the note, and, scrawled on the bottom, 'teeentacletongue!' with a doodle of a face with a very long tongue swirling out of its mouth, just in case he forgot who 'Vic' was.

Mao had borrowed a copy of Grand Theft Auto months ago, meaning to return it much sooner, but in between forgetting and just plain stalling, it had taken way longer than he thought it would. It would have helped if they were in the same block. For Mao, out of sight meant out of mind. Today, though, was the DAY. Seriously. Returning it. Totally. Not forgetting. Holyshit, look at the time!

He had bounced off to Yellow Block, but once there, he discovered there was no green lizard men to be found. Was he still at breakfast? Working? The guy worked, right? Mao had no other option but to assault everyone he saw in the corridor asking where Vic was. Eventually some one knew enough to tell him they were 'Pretty sure Vic went to see the new guy in Blue.' So Mao scurried his ass down there, humming and singing snatches of an oldies song, Duke of Earl.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of Vic in the hall, and since Mao had no idea who this 'new guy' was, he didn't know what cell to look in. He tapped the video game case against his hip, the cogs of his brain turning for a second. Hm...

"Hey!! VICKIE!!" Amazing that such a shrimpy kid had such a set of lungs. A guard hissed in Mao's direction, but the boy just laughed before calling out, with a little less gusto, "Where y'at!?"